The curse of the pantsuit polterwang.

Whenever I think to myself,'I wonder whatever happened to X?' I immediately answer, 'must be in Vegas'. Vegas: where everyone you ever thought was not performing anymore has a show.

There is power in writing down your goals, for sure. My only add to your sage advice:

Oh, thanks to all the goddesses and gods that be or were: finally, casting done correctly.

*raises hand* I will confess to spiking my Christmas morning coffees with Bailey's Irish Cream

I have a cookie recipe that uses crushed candy canes in the dough. Oddly, it has to be the crappy candy canes. Can't be the upscale, all-natural (wtf?) kind because those just melt and run out and cause nasty pockets of nothing in the dough where there should be little chunks of candy cane pepperminty goodness. It is…

Oh wow, I didn't know that. I thought chestnut=nut. That's downright fraud, nut fraud.

Indeed, that looks like every spiral ham Mr Bouchie and I have cooked for the family beast feasts. btw, what time is dinner?

That's my recipe too....only I *might* add a new splash of Courvoisier in my glass as well. Because nom.

When Camille posted her statement my first thought was that the Cosby defense team has just kicked it into higher gear.

I feel sad for Bill's family, I really do. I could not imagine how horrifying it would be to find out my husband or my beloved father was a serial rapist with an m.o. of drugging his victims, through the course of our lifetime together. On the other hand, Cosby ladies, be very careful of high horses.

Dear Gods, this gives me the fury of 17 suns. I couldn't watch the whole thing, I was crying 50 seconds in.

"Mom? Mom? You sleepin, Mom? Mom? You asleep?" *lifts closed Mom eyelid with his trunk* "Mom? You're asleep, right?"

The lawyer was as bad as I expected, but the Jay/lawyer deal was incredible to me. Shit should have stopped right there.

Well, since we are raiding the vaults of the Royals, I totally call dibs on the Vladimir

I dunno, on my computer screen it looks kind of nice. But, as I have discovered recently in my hunt for a new paint color for my rec room, my computer screen will absolutely deny me the correct color tone every swatch.

Wasn't that the deal with Cachet: it smells different on every woman? I vaguely recall using it for a while but I think my ultimate teen go-to scent was Charlie.

*Exactly*

Wow...just...wow. Any chance your MIL might be in early stage dementia? My Mom, always known as a salty broad, lost her filter for public discourse rather early in her Alzheimers and this was the kind of pronouncements that would come out of her mouth at the dinner table too. For what it's worth, I thought that you…

Thank you for sharing this deeply personal story, Phil. It's interesting that certain games helped you in your grief while others seemed to irritate your nerves instead. I am sorry for your loss, and send you healing thoughts to carry you through this next year of first anniversaries without your Dad. To everyone else…